Something must've happened in the time I was awaynThere's people everywhere, but it's another rainy daynSomething's going on, an unwelcome kind of changenAnd nobody wants to come out and play, yeahnnThey out for themselves, and they pay us no mindnKeep steppin' in the grass, and them fuckers ain't kindnCause something must've happened in the time I was awaynThis planet called earth, it's population ain't the samennAnd when I get back I'm gonna put it all up frontnOn a first class journey to the center of the sunnGonna send out a message to this motherfucking racenThat charlie and the jokuah, gonna put 'em in their placennYeah, it happened so fast, and I think I lost my gripnBut it's all coming back, so you'd better not slipnOr your face might become acquainted with my fistnAnd it's no holds barred, even with the kidsnnCause they out for themselves, and they pay us no mindnKeep steppin' in the grass, and them fuckers ain't kindnCause something must've happened in the time I was awaynThis planet called earth, it's population ain't the samennAnd when I get back I'm gonna put it all up frontnOn a first class journey to the center of the sunnGonna send out a message to this motherfucking racenThat charlie and the jokuah, gonna put 'em in their placennAnd when I get back, you boys had better runnLock up your daughters, and load up your gunsnCause you're all gonna need whatever you can findnAnd even that won't work, cause you're all runnin' blindnYeah, you's all walking in to a suicide rapnCause wherever you go, there's gonna be a death trapnWaiting around the corner to put you in your placenWith a knife in your gut, and a bullet in your facennAnd when I get back I'm gonna put it all up frontnOn a first class journey to the center of the sunnGonna send out a message to this motherfucking racenThat charlie and the jokuah, gonna put 'em in their placennI said when I get back I'm gonna put it all up frontnAnd let you know first hand what this place has becomenWe gonna send out a message to this motherfucking racenThat charlie and the jokuah gonna kick 'em in the facenAnd mail whatever's left to the center of the sunnAnd let you know first hand what this place has becomenWe gonna send out a message to this motherfucking racenThat goes from raw and uneasy, to medium rare, and overdone